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AN GAODHAL.
Is cuimhin liom in uaigneas mé bheith báidh¬
te;
Is cuimhin liom mo chroidhe le pian bheith
sáidhte;
Le d' thaobh tá seun.
A! feudann Dán gach dúil ach tú chur uaim,
Oir le do thaobh ní'l binn agam air ghruaim,
Air son do ghrádh beidh grádh gach eile uaim
Nessa.
Cho díl duit féin?
Bania.
Cho díl dam féin!
Nessa — Bania.
An cuimhin leat air maidin moch ár saogh¬
ail,
Nuair bhí sinn fágtha, tú 'gus mé linn
féin,
In d'óige roinn mé leat gach baoghal,
'Gus bhí mo leun duit mar do leun?
Mar sin, a n-diu, mar sin go mairfidh,
Tú liom go buan, 'gus mise leat go deo
No Am no Crádh ní sgarfuidh
Dhá chroidhe rinn' Am 'gus Crádh níos
teo.
Eochaidh — Beothach
Na geallta gnídheann mná,
Ní bhrisfidh Fear, no Am, no Crádh.
Nessa — Bania.
Cia h-iad tá teacht cho réidh le'r dtaobh?
Óir ní'l againn fios air dhuine dhíobh.
Eochaidh — Beothach.
Éist linn trál Éist linn trá!
Ní fada béidh ár sgeul d'a rádh.
Cóimhsheinm.
'Nois do shuaimhnigh na seachránuidhe saor
ó gach brón ;—
O Fhir na h-Éireann!
A's bhí geallta na maidne faoi dhear¬
mad roimh nóin ;—
O Mhná na h-Éireann!
Oir do mhúsgail an Bárd, le n-a cheol
binn, árd,
Mac-alla chómh-fhulaing na mná ;
Ach an Saighdiúr fíor, le abhrán saor
Do las sé a súil le grádh.
NESSA — BEOTHACH.
I too have known to solitude to wake-
I too have known life's dawn by joy
(forsaken
Till thou wert near.
But, save of thee, of all my Fate ber¬
eave me,
For by thy side no grief of life can
grieve me,
And for thy love all other love may
(leave me.
Nessa.
To thee so dear?
Bania.
To me so dear!
Nessa — Bania.
Dost thou remember in life's early
morning,
When thou and I on earth were left
alone,
I shared thy childhood's sorrow,
And mine to thee was as thine own?
Ah thus, to-day, and thus for ever
Be thou to me, and I to thee anear!
Nor Time nor Grief can sever
The hearts that Grief and Time
make dear.
EOCAIDH — BEOTHACH.
The vows that vestals make,
Nor Time, nor Grief nor Man may
(break.
Nessa — Bania.
Who are ye thus so free with your
greeting?
But of strangers we think is this mee¬
[ting.
Eocaidh — Beothach.
Who are we ! who are we!
we shall rest us a space to tell.
Chorus:
So the wanderers they rested in leaf-
laden grot :—
O Men of Erin !
And the vows of the morn ere the
noon were forgot:
O Maids of Erin !
For the youthful Bard, with his min¬
strelsy,
Woke the echo of sympathy's sigh:
But the soldier, he with his song so free,
Lit love in a laughing eye.
Nessa — Beothach.
